EXPLOSION
Our untold story waits for its explosion
As our love ages more than we know.
The first time I saw you under a peepal tree
With your hair flowing in the air like
It has escaped all the aches and your lips
Weaving stories of a fairytale, I knew
It was you who warmed all my particles of heart
And now they are restless for an explosion;
An explosion of vigorous love, care and bond.
Everytime I sublime myself in the sweet essence of you,
I can feel the explosion of eternity occuring in my skin.
~ ©storytellersuchismita
Suchismita Ghoshal
Malda , India
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone